In 2011, my younger sister decided to try out for a basketball team in Germany. When my older sister and I found out that she was going to Europe, we decided to go with her. And add a trip to Paris because, why not? I'd never wanted to go to Paris. Not that I didn't want to go, but my dream trip was to Italy, and I'd already been there. Paris was a surprising suggestion, but if someone asks you if you want to go to Paris, don't say no. I didn't, of course, and my sisters and I went to Germany then took the train to Paris.
Paris is our place now. We went back in 2012 and solidified that fact. It's a magical place, my favorite city in the whole world. I haven't been to many, but of the few I've visited, none has claimed my heart the way Paris has. Honestly, in writing this (and then, in proofreading it!), tears are in my eyes because I miss it so much. I have the feeling that the connection to my sisters is a huge part of what makes this city so special to me.
When my sister found a copy of this book at a thrift store, she bought it and told me about it. She wanted me to read it with her. I've done a few buddy reads, but they're not really my thing. After all, I studied English in college and am still happy not to be told what to read 7 years after finishing grad school. But when she came up from Florida for our younger sister's wedding, she handed me my own copy of this book, and I thought, once again, "Why not?"
I read this book and fell in love all over again, this time not with the city but with the characters, the story, the history, the pain, the joy. My sister asked me to read slowly because she does and didn't want me to finish too far ahead of her. I told her I couldn't promise that! But I did try, and that's why it took me a little long to finish. There were times when I'd be reading, though, and get so into the story that I couldn't put the book down. My sister is still reading it, but I know I'll remember what happened and be able to talk to her about it when she's done.
It's a beautiful story, almost as beautiful and impressing as the city itself. I felt for Fay as she realized that she didn't know the truth about her past. I felt for Kitty as I read her story and understood why she kept the truth from her daughter. There are subplots that have just as much depth and feeling as the main plot points do. I loved visiting Paris again through this book, and I loved meeting and getting to know these characters. I really enjoyed reading about World War II in Paris because, in the States, we learn about Pearl Harbor, Japan, and us saving the day. We don't learn too much about how the war affected other countries. Even reading books about the Holocaust, I learned more about Eastern Europe and obviously the concentration camps and ghettos. This book reminded me more of the movie Casablanca in that it shows the experiences of average, middle-class Europeans and how they were affected and involved. I also learned more about Vichy France and the relationship between France and Algeria, which we don't learn anything about in the States. I loved learning, being reminded of a place I love, and reading a moving story. I cried several times, especially in finishing this book.
I highly recommend this story to people who love historical fiction, romance, mother-daughter stories, and Paris. You won't be disappointed.